Spin Cycle – Page 60 – Lemon Drop Pie

This week on the Spin Cycle: What does Autumn look like where you live?

I live in the Midwest, so you can imagine what Autumn looks like here. One of my sisters, however, lives on the central coast of California. My husband’s cousin lives in hot and humid Florida. My cousin splits her time between Arizona and Alaska. How cool is that? Autumn looks so different to all of us, and we all live in the same country. However, pictures of Autumn always show the leaves changing and falling off of trees, pumpkins, scarecrows and haystacks. So show us with your words and photos–what does Autumn look like to you?

Write a Spin about your Autumn any time this week, and link it up here or at Second Blooming! Your link will show up on both our blogs!

Some other things to check out:

On Friday, an article I wrote for Queen Latifah was published! See it here!

The anthology I contributed to is now available! Please check out our website: The Mother of All Meltdowns.

And just for fun: here’s a link to The Frog that launched with a space rocket! Thanks to my cousin Jim for telling me about this photo.

Have a wonderful week!

Let me get this out of the way. I have a confession to make–I love Taylor Swift’s song “Red.” Should a 44 year old woman really be a fan of Taylor Swift? I suppose that’s what happens when my two daughters dance around the living room singing her songs. So when I was listening to “Red” and singing along, I began to wonder. (Why, yes, the girls were at school and I was home alone playing their Taylor Swift CDs. I’ll admit it!) I wondered. Is love really red?

Red is a logical choice for love. It’s the color of a heart, the color of a rose, and even seems to be the official color of Valentine’s Day. A woman will wear red lipstick and a red dress to attract a man. But is red really the color of love?

I’m not sure why, but I’ve always thought of the color yellow when I think about my love for Ed. A bright yellow, like the yellow of the sun. Perhaps it’s because of the effect he had on me. My life was pretty dull until Ed came along. When we first started dating, he would tell me how lonely he was before we met. Now that we’ve settled into married life with two noisy kids, he’ll deny that he ever said he was lonely! But I must have brought some brightness into Ed’s life, too. Yes, yellow seems like a good color for love.

Yet yellow is not perfect. When I was pregnant with Lily, we chose not to find out if we were having a boy or a girl before the baby was born. As a result, we received a lot of yellow baby clothes. But for a baby, yellow seemed so…neutral. Lily didn’t have any hair, so it was hard to tell if she was a boy or a girl. Of course, I always thought she looked like a girl, but when Lily was very little some people complimented my baby boy. I wouldn’t say I especially liked pink until I was sick of seeing Lily in yellow. Lily grew older, I had another baby girl, and then I was inundated with pink; pink clothes, pink baby towels, pink everything. Both Lily and Emmy decided that pink was their favorite color. All of a sudden, I loved pink too. Pink made my girls look so pretty, and I was so proud to be the mom of two beautiful little girls. I still am. Pink is a good color for love.

The color of love is always changing, I suppose. What color will I think love is as I get older? A nice comforting gray? An old and sturdy brown? Time will tell.